Nipple Play and Handcuffs

Mika slowly pulled herself up off the mat. Her crotch buzzed and ached from the damned toy continuing to violate her. The blonde wasn't used to being consciously aware of her toned buttocks being on display, and she couldn't help but feel ashamed. Soft pink lips were starting to pucker and pout around an over-sized bright blue ballgag. Now her breasts were out, nipples mindlessly and humiliatingly erect. Mika pawed at her sportsbra, desperately trying to pull the tight fabric over her massive chest. It was a battle she occasionally lost with full use of her fingers. With her hands locked away in mitts, her efforts were entirely useless. Defeat welled up in Mika's heart as she realized she was helpless to preserve her modesty.

"Aww... Do Mika's girls need more attention?" The infernal impostor mocked as she strode towards her prey with a devious grin, and similarly devious handcuffs in her grasp. At first, Mika hated her doppelganger. With each passing moment, that hate was falling away into fear. For a moment, Mika dreamed of leaping out of the ring and making a break for it. Even in her humiliating state, surely getting help would be preferable to whatever the perverted demon had in mind. Those dreams of escape were quickly crushed by swift blow just below the sternum.

Mika dropped to her feet with a muffled wheeze as the air in her lungs shot out all at once. The doppelganger grasped Mika by her armpits and threw her into the ropes. Before the blonde could react, her clone swung the rainbow wrestler's arms over, then under the top rope. The ratcheting metallic click of a handcuff soon followed. Mika panicked and swung her still free hand about with all her might, hoping desperately to strike her captor, or at least break free of the hold. Unfortunately, she was still desperately out of breath, and only managed a handful of wild swings before exhausting herself. The clone easily evaded every blow, and deftly redirected her ****'s arm into it's proper position. With another ratcheting series of clicks, Mika's hands were locked in place in front, and her elbows inescapably wrapped around the rope behind her.

The gagged blonde stood on full display. Tits out and back arched to better accentuate them. Hands locked in place beneath her breasts, helpless to try and cover her painfully erect nipples. Her hips had already started rocking on their own, threatening to spur another body-shaking climax. "You dirty slut... Look at those greedy little hips begging for more!" The doppelganger mocked and teased, patting Mika's crotch. "What the fuck makes you think you deserve another?" The clone leaned in with a breathy whisper as she sharply yanked the toy by it's wire and freed it from it's rainbow prison.

The blonde gasped into her gag, halfway relieved and shamefully frustrated to have her one source of pleasure removed. The doppelganger strode away silently, letting Mika sit for a moment and let shame wash over her. That momentary reprieve was interrupted by the sound of the doppelganger rummaging through her bag. The distinct clank of chains, the squeak of latex and leather, the flat *slap* of rubber, the cacophony of potential tortures was worse than seeing the devices themselves.

Not that seeing the clone approach with an armful of "toys" set her mind at ease. An evil grin crossed the doppelganger's face as she laid her haul beside her new pet. First the impostor applied a cold, slippery oil. Rivulets of faintly sweet smelling liquid ran down Mika's breasts. Cold droplets teased her already pert nipples, turning the whole of her chest into a slickened mess. Between the teasing and chill of cold oil the blonde's nipples hardened and engorged beyond anything she'd previously known. Her antagonizer's every grope and teasing brush started sending waves of pleasure through Mika's exposed breasts. In spite of herself, a small piece of Mika wanted more.

Next came a pair of scissors. For a moment, the rainbow wrestler's breath held tight in her chest. To less than total relief, the soppy, stretched-out sports bra was the sole victim. Thread by agonizing thread. One strap, and then the next. Finishing with a long, drawn out drag down the middle. The clone taunted Mika with the frayed remnants of her dignity before carelessly tossing it out of the ring. "Do you remember what it was like having clothes you slut?" The clone mocked. "Clothes are for fighters. Real people get clothes. Dirty little fuck toys don't deserve them". A dreadful thought passed through Mika's mind. This wasn't going to be a humiliating couple of hours. This wasn't one awful day she could sleep away and forget. This clone was playing for keeps, and Mika's list of possessions were steadily dwindling.

The blonde let out a defeated sigh as her clone directed her attention to the toys yet to **** Mika's bare, sensitive chest.